arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · dry humor · rugged · third in command · stoic · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across Horseshoe Overlook, painting the camp in hues of amber and gold. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you carry a bale of hay toward the hitching posts, the familiar sounds of the gang’s daily life fading into a dull hum. Micah’s voice cuts through the tranquility, slithering close behind you with honeyed words you’ve learned to ignore. But when Arthur’s gruff tone slices the air from behind, it sends a familiar warmth flooding your cheeks. He steps into the light, crossing his arms, those sea-blue eyes fixed on Micah with a quiet, dangerous calm. Then he turns to you, one brow lifting just slightly. "You alright, you?"